it's been snowing in richmond, which means that the good people of my fair city and its environs are out crashing their cars into things. i bitch and moan all the time about how these folks can't drive, but check out this stat: on wednesday, we got approximately an inch of snow between the hours of 11am and 2pm. that day, there were 422 car accidents. that's four hundred and twenty two, for those in the back of the room. car accidents. were meteors falling from the sky and i just missed it? what is wrong with these people? i shudder to think what would happen if richmond got the kind of snowfall that occurs in my native new york. would people just implode, right there behind the wheel on i-95? i don't get it. this isn't south florida, where the appearance of snow might signal the apocolypse. it may not snow here a lot, but it snows. every year.
so it snowed again last night, which just cultivates a new bout of driving-related anxiety in me. it's difficult enough to have to drive on roads that the city refuses to sand, but more worriesome is the thought of all the people who are sharing those roads with me. my drive to work is just one long opportunity for some imbicile take me out, and i'm not looking forward to it.
as i mentioned, i grew up in new york, and one would think that moving from there to the south would have downgraded the percieved threat of sustaining physical injury while in public at least a little. i'm here to tell you that i've never in my life been so aware of its transience as in this crazy town. between the drivers and the popular tradition of randomly shooting off guns on holidays such as new years or the fourth of july, i feel i might need to be wrapped in nerf and given a military-issue helmet to move amongst these people without fearing for my life.
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